the silent throbbing of heart
whose melody is unheard
longs the yearning in unspoken notes
when will the mingling breaths conjure ?
Like two souls lost in a solitary desert
beneath this canopy of stars
Oh ! why do I stand alone again
Whence the peeping moon
quietly hides behind the grey clouds
and vanishes
one tiny drop curls and slides
etching a dry line
every night thus
my eyes silently witness
©Soumya
soumyav 
A dark poem touching nuances in the soul and done with so much power. I like the shadow in this amazing picture, Soumya.